Every Every - Poem by Dmitriy Gershkovich
With every breath that leaves my lungs,
With every minute passing by,
With every sound in my mind.
With every tear that leaves my eye,
With every knock on the old door,
With every ring my phone makes,
With every shadow cross the floor,
With every pain that my heart aches,
With every song the radio sings,
With every crackle of the fire,
With every morning each day brings,
It is your Love that I desire.
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